Doing Him Good (The Very Good Boy Duet Book 2) by Abby Knox

Author:Abby Knox [Knox, Abby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Author Abby Knox, LLC
Published: 2019-11-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Delilah

Boone’s voice stops me when I go to close the frosted shower door. “Leave it open.”

Pausing, I cast him a puzzled look. Reading my mind, he says, “I’ll clean up the water if it gets on the floor. I mean it, I want to watch you shower, if that’s all right with you.”

Saying nothing, I step under the warm spray, wetting my hair and letting the water cascade down my body. I wash my hair and apply conditioner, leaving it in while I clean my body. The lather from my jasmine-scented soap covers my limbs and abdomen as I rub my cotton washcloth all over me.

A low growl makes me glance over my shoulder. Boone leans on the door jamb of the bathroom, his long frame filling the void. His eyes are trained on me like it’s his mission to watch my every move.

I shave, rinse off the soap and conditioner, and marvel at the fact that I’m not in the least bit embarrassed by his gaze.

Once I’m out of the shower and towel dried, I let him take my moisturizer and rub it into my arms and legs while I sit on the edge of the tub, wrapped in a towel. While he tends to me, I ask him what really happened to make him freak out, as he said.

He winces but keeps rubbing the moisturizer into my arms. It’s not an expert massage but he’s trying, and it’s so sweet it squeezes my heart.

“I don’t know. I think I should have known better than to take the job in the first place, and the church should have known better than to choose someone so young and untested to be the leader of something that big. Going back even further, maybe my dad never should have filmed me as a child, imitating the fiery sermons he used to preach to the small groups that met in our living room on Sunday nights. All I ever did was parrot everything he said. And my mother definitely should never have emailed those videos to all her friends. I certainly never should have been invited to guest preach at a church at the age of twelve. Nobody should have offered me a book deal at the age of seventeen. I thought I was making a difference in the homeless community for a while there, but then this job came along, and my parents encouraged me to take it. I guess you could say I realized last week I was groomed for that life, and I snapped.”

I watch him lovingly rub lotion into my legs. “You know that’s bullshit, right?”

“Excuse me?” He looks up at me briefly.

“Just the part that you had this sudden realization. You know as well as I do, that shit had to be building up for a while,” I say.

Boone pauses his leg massage and looks at me hard for a moment. “Maybe.”

I wait to see if he’s going to reveal any more, but he doesn’t. And I don’t want to push.

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